Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Wings,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.